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Chapter Three - Red. I'm Lennox Red.

Found

Chapter Three - Red. I'm Lennox Red.

(WARNING: Sexual content in this chapter. Not really the lovey dovey, steamy, hot gay sex today, I apologize. )

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"You really must've pissed him off" the young man beside me snickers, for the millionth time, since I was brought here.

He had a comment to literally everything and anything about me. From the 'smooth babied face' I had to the 'expensive clothes I wore' and even to the obvious blood I tasted in my mouth. I had already opted in ignoring the young lad and decided on sitting on the bench with my hands planted on my sides.

"You also got a stick up your ass, don't ya?" he snorts as he leaned against the bars separating us while slowly drawing little patterns on the stone floor as if he didn't have a care in the world.

I sigh heavily and run my fingers through my hair touching my inner lip with my tongue and wincing the tiniest bit. So far, I had only seen four of us in here. There were two rows of cells on either side of the room. There was an older man on the opposite side to the far left who sat in silence, the young man who was making my skin boil, and a quiet hunched figure on the other side of my cell.

"Where you from?" he finally asks again, drawing my attention back to him and trying not to wince at the pale skin he had, a little bruise beneath his eye that seemed to be healing, and his hair all over the place. "Which pack sent you?" He adds.

I snort and meet his gaze, "Pack?" I ask. "What the fuck are you guys talking about?" I demand as I point my hand around. "Don't you see they've kidnapped you? And you're enjoying this?"

He laughs loudly and shrugs, "You don't wanna tell me? Fine. But they'll make you talk sooner or later."

"You're seriously okay with being here?" I continue in annoyance as he went back to drawing invisible patters on the floor. "You're honestly okay with being taken against your will?" The young man snorts. "Fuck you, man. I'm getting out of here."

"Who're you gonna call? Daddy?" He laughs.

"If I get my hands on a phone, I sure as fuck will. He's gonna turn this town to shreds" I seethe, sitting up straight. "My family has money and they'll go to no ends to find me."

"And who, if I can ask" the young man asks turning so he kneeled against the bars with a wide, creepy smile, "is this family of yours?"

"Red." I say curtly. "I'm Lennox Red."

If I could use a word to explain the way he reacted, I would use excitement and even then that was an understatement. He seemed to glow as he let out long, raspy laughs. "Oh" he moans with an exaggerated wipe at his eyes as if he was wiping his tears of laughter. "Oh! That is so good!" he snickers.

"What the fuck is so funny?" I demand.

He looks me over and his smile seems to widen even more. "You don't know, do ya?"

"Know what?" I demand angrily.

He tsks at me and sits back on the floor as he gripped the bars tightly. "A favor for a favor, hm?" he begins.

"No." I snap.

"Believe me, you'll want to if you want to stay alive" he adds.

"Shut up" a new, deeper voice snaps and my eyes travel to the man who sat by himself at the end of the room. His hard eyes meet mine and I could see his jaw was clenched firmly. "I'd love to see the blood of a Red spill" he adds, coldly. I'd also say the word blood came out of his lips menacingly, which sent a tremor down my spine.